Ah, one of my favorite writing styles is poem. This one is vaguely Fiyerba because I couldn't resist, hope you like it! By the way, it's a freeverse, it's not supposed to rhyme.



Crazy: (krā'zē) adj. 1. unsound of mind, mentally unbalanced or deranged 2. temporarily wild with rage, excitement, or grief.

A Wicked Witch.

That's what they called me these days.

The Wicked Witch of the West.

Maybe it's true,

Maybe not.

Fiyero told me that I wasn't one,

but its seems like I am.

I'm chasing a young, innocent girl around Oz,

just for her shoes.

Maybe I'm just crazy,

driven insane by the things I've seen,

the people I've lost.

Nessarose,

with only her feet sticking out from under that house,

Dr. Dillamound,

confined into a world of no speech,

Glinda,

once a friend,

now an enemy.

And poor Fiyero,

beaten to death to protect me.

That's why I'm like this,

not for the shoes,

but from the people of Oz

taking away everything I cherished.

My sister, My mentor,

My very best friend

And the one person,

who loved me for who I was.

Who loved a crazy Witch.

A Wicked Witch.

Or so they call me.

Please review, as much as I love writing it, I'm kind of iffy about my poetry writing ability. Please tell me what you think/ways I can improve.